Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained! Poem by Denis Martindale

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I know a girl who loved a boy
and she had difficulties sharing
the really beautiful feelings of liking someone.
For the joy she felt when she saw him,
when they shared a joke or two,
the way he laughed, the way he smiled
and that ever so cheeky grin of his.
The way he seemed to care, too,
the gentle looks he gave her,
and the way he changed because of her.
I heard that she sent him a letter,
yet maybe a poem was better,
maybe, just maybe…
He had changed her, too,
just by being so near,
what was she going to say this time,
what questions would help them both
and how long would her love continue?
She wanted forever, not just the here and now,
you see, her love was as real as a sunny day,
as real as a rainbow, as real as the midnight moon.
In a world half full of guys, was he the only guy for her?
Was she the only girl for him?
Was this the beginning, the middle, or the end of love?
Was this a rehearsal for a future love as yet unknown?
This was as real as it gets for now,
as wondrous as a red, red rose,
as sensual as the blushing of her cheeks,
the tingling in her fingertips,
the gulp of fear in her throat should things fade,
for who would want a fair maiden's dream to end?
Time would tell… but in the meantime,
the uncertainty of love remained,
nothing ventured, nothing gained…


Denis Martindale. May 2021.